I had passed away,
Although that's what I thought.
My kids left with nothing to say,
I had lived a good life.

It was into limbo,
For me.
A few miles to go,
I would be in the underworld.

It was roasting,
Me literally.
1000s advancing,
In a line.

We had all died,
and now I was in the queue to hell.
Faces half dried,
How swell.
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